The night was over. The walk was over. Goodbyes were given and taken and we are back again to solitude.

Each of our lives shared upon one another, handing over fake smiles and hellos like never before. This hostility is becoming so much more familiar. From then I see the light, and no light, and in between lights, wondering if a spell or flicker in my flesh still remain. No, there were none.

I look back, and I recall the pain and suffering once again. I look forward and there it is.

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